Those who dare to buy things in this black market are not ordinary people. At this stage, they can see that the drunkard is unusual.

    Julian is still selling the machetes, but no one dares to bid again. It can force Julian to give up the finalized business, which is enough to prove that the strength of the drunkard is not under Julian, and no one wants to offend the cruel man of unknown origin.

    After a long time without any response, Julian put down his machete and looked at Millo angrily.

    Millo hiccupped, shook his body and said, "otherwise, give you my clothes. I have only these. Give me the knife."

    Everyone wanted to laugh, but they didn''t dare. Stanley was trying to see how Julian would end. Unexpectedly, Manda suddenly spoke:

    "Two hundred gold coins, sell them to me!"

    Stanley was shocked, grabbed Manda''s clothes and said, "what are you crazy about?"

    Julian stared at Manda for a moment, blinking, as if to confirm what he had just said.

    Stanley shook his head desperately, and Manda couldn''t help nodding.

    Julian also nodded to sign the deal.

    The machete worth 2000 gold coins and 200 gold coins were sold to Manda for only one reason. Julian didn''t want to entangle with Millo anymore.

    This means that the threat from Millo even exceeds 2000 gold coins.

    Stanley''s face turned white. He saw Millo turn his head back and look at Manda.

    "Do you want to buy it?" Millo asked expressionless.

    "Yes." Manda finally saw Millo''s face. He was very thin, there was no meat on his cheek, and his towering cheekbones were unusually clear.

    He has no beard, his eyebrows are also very light, only a few are so sparse, his eyes are large, but his pupils are very small, and there seem to be two small black spots in the middle of his huge white eyes.

    The two little black spots were transferred from Manda to Stanley: "do you want to buy it or does he want to buy it?"

    Stanley waved his hand again and again and said, "it has nothing to do with me."

    Manda said, "yes, I want to buy two hundred gold coins."

    Millo turned to Julian, who sent the machete to Manda and waited for Manda''s gold coins.

    Manda looked back at Stanley and said, "lend me 200 gold coins first."

    Stanley said angrily, "you don''t even have money. How dare you come here and go crazy?"

    Julian tilted his head and showed some murderous spirit on his face. This time, he didn''t allow the buyer to repent.

    Stanley wiped his sweat and opened his purse.

    Out of the black market, Stanley immediately distanced himself from Mandala.

    "I really shouldn''t have brought you here today. Don''t come to me in the future. Don''t mention me to others. Just think you don''t know me. Let''s go our own way!"

    Manda said, "don''t you have to pay back the money?"

    "You dream!" roared Stanley. "Two hundred gold coins, not a Penny Less!"

    Manda shrugged and turned to go. Suddenly, Stanley told her, "give that pair of machetes to Millo if you want to live."

    ……

    Outside the city, in the manor of the rich merchant gelton, trishan, the daughter of the Marquis of NARTH, threw away the butterfly mask and slapped gelton in the face.

    "Who gave you the courage to use magic on me!"

    Gerton looked as usual and said, "I have been ordered by the Marquis to protect your safety. The situation just now was very dangerous."

    "What danger can a drunkard have? If you can''t even deal with a drunkard, what''s the use of keeping you!"

    "Miss, you don''t know anything about Millo. This drunkard has been wandering in the kingdom for many years. He must get what he likes."

    Cuideshan said fiercely, "so do I. I have to get what I want!"

    Gelton shook his head and said, "as far as I know, he forced two viscountees to death and one count crazy. Under his coercion, more than a dozen nobles and rich businessmen were destroyed. Do you really want to provoke such people?"

    "What are you talking about?" cuideshan sneered. "Is there no law in the kingdom? People like this have long been beheaded."

    "No one can catch him or beat him. At least no one I know is his opponent."

    Cuitisan said in amazement, "are we talking about the same person? The drunkard in rags? Why does he still live like a beggar after blackmailing so many nobles?"

    "No one knows the reason. No one knows where he sent the extortion. He is drunk most of the time. He either sleeps in a pub or on the street. When he wakes up occasionally, he walks up to others and says, ''this thing belongs to me''. Unless he gives it to him immediately, it means disaster."

    Tristan stopped talking. Although it sounded incredible, she knew that Galton didn''t have the courage to lie to him.

    After a sumptuous dinner and a hot bath, cuideshan said, "I want to have a good sleep. No one is allowed to disturb me. I''ll go back to the drawing city early tomorrow morning."

    Gelton was about to leave when she saw cuideshan take out the nightmare gem and say, "how should I use this thing?"

    "Drop a drop of blood on the stone, then hold it to sleep, you can control everything in your dream, don''t indulge in it, otherwise..."

    "That''s enough, you''re wordy like an old lady!"

    Cuideshan drew the curtain, pierced the palm and dropped the blood on the gem. The blood disappeared instantly, as if it had never appeared.

    Holding the nightmare gem, she lay on the soft bed. Curiosity and excitement made it difficult for her to sleep for a long time.

    From dusk to late at night, Cui Dishan, who struggled in bed for a long time, finally fell asleep. She stood among the flowers and watched the rosy clouds floating in the golden sky.

    She touched the petals around her. They were very soft and a little greasy with pollen.

    She can touch the thorns on the stems and the dew on the leaves. Everything is so mysterious, but so real. She knows she is dreaming, but she doesn''t have to worry about waking up.

    It was too desolate. Cuitisan stared at the endless garden and blinked a little. A familiar Castle rose from the ground.

    It was the castle of her father, the Marquis of NARTH, but she had only been there a few times. Only when there was a war would her father live in the castle with his family.

    The environment in the castle is much worse than that in the manor, but cuitisan likes it. She likes to stand in the tower and look down on the patrolling soldiers, watch them fight with the enemy with weapons, and watch a group of humble lives turn into flesh and blood.

    Thoughts changed, a group of soldiers had appeared under the castle. Cui Dishan changed her military uniform and walked slowly down the tower.

    All the soldiers knelt on the ground to meet their queen. As long as they stopped for a while, someone came up and kissed the tip of her shoes.

    Are they going to war?

    Don''t worry, wait. It feels wonderful.

    ……

    The tavern closed, Toka and Helena cleaned up the hall, yawned and went to bed.

    Manda was still sitting at the counter, counting the money and waiting for the last guest.

    The guest finally came. His footsteps were a little heavy. His thin clothes were soaked in snow and covered with white gas.

    "Why did you run so fast?" from leaving the black market, the drunkard Millo followed Manda all the time, but Manda got rid of him when he walked two blocks. He inquired around and took great efforts to find the tavern.

    Manda smiled and waved to Millo, "come in and have a drink."

    Millo wiped his nose and said shakily, "those two knives belong to me."

    "Yes," Manda agreed with Millo.

    "You must give them to me!"

    "OK." Manda agreed happily.

    Millo was stunned and then asked, "what do you want from me?"

    "Come in for a drink, let''s talk slowly." Manda poured Millo a glass of wine.

    Millo smiled, "how dare you let me in your door?"

    Manda set up the table by the fire pond and made a gesture of invitation.

    Millo stood at the door and smiled for a while. Then he sat down at the table in the hall and drank the wine.

    "Isn''t it delicious?" Manda laughed.

    "A little special," Millo belched with a appreciative smile.

    "Three years."

    "Nonsense!" Millo spat. "This is freshly brewed wine. How can it be three years! Do you think I''m so easy to cheat?"

    "I want you to stay for three years, that''s what I want." Manda poured another glass to Millo.

    Millo sat like a clay sculpture for a moment, then looked ferocious and said, "do you want to leave me here? Does your family think life is long?"

    Manda smiled, "I believe you won''t hurt me unless you have to."

    Millo licked his teeth and said, "I can take what belongs to me at any time. I don''t need to pay any price!"

    "Is that true?" Manda took out the pair of machetes and put them on the table. "Take them away. You robbed them."

    "I haven''t robbed anything! It belongs to me!" Millo pulled out a machete and pointed it at Manda''s face.

    "So?" Manda said without fear. "Take them and go."

    Millo seemed to have been hit by a soft rib. He was full of murderous Qi and disappeared in an instant. He stepped back a few steps, threw his machete to the ground and shouted, "with this broken knife, I also want to stay here for three years?"

    "There''s more wine to drink," said Manda, taking a sip of the wine. "Isn''t it delicious?"

    Millo sucked his nose, wiped the mud on his face, sat back on the barrel and drank the wine from the glass.

    "Three years is too long. How about one year?"

    "There''s a discussion," Manda smiled. "I''ll let you go, at least two years."

    "Whose believer are you?" Millo wiped his mouth.

    "I''m good at business, aren''t I?" Manda didn''t answer directly.

    "Hermes, it''s rare!" Millo smiled strangely. "Guess whose believer I am?"

    "Don''t guess, I''ve seen Dionysus''s smile."

    "Do you think he is the LORD God?"

    This question is not easy to answer. There are different opinions in the divine spectrum and the ode.

    But Manda knew what Millo wanted to hear: "who doesn''t love mellow wine? Who doesn''t love wonderful banquets? How can the seat of the God of wine be missing in the palace of the LORD God?"

    Millo sniffed, "there''s a discussion. How about a year and a half?"